My daughter, Lottie, began telling me about her memories when she was two. I have always kept a diary and so have recorded everything she said to me, with as many direct quotes from her as possible. What she said fascinated me. I had never even thought about reincarnation but she has certainly made me think twice. It has only just occured to me that other people may be interested in what she has said! I don't know how much detail to go into at this point so I shall just sum-up what she said, and I will be happy to go into greater detail and direct quotes, if anyone is interested.

It all began when she was 2. We were out walking together when she surprised me by telling me that it was "Seventeen eighty seven". I had know idea how she knew what a year was, or how to say one!

A few weeks later while on the bus I told her that she looked like a little lamb in her fury white hat, and she started talking about taking all the fur off a lamb, and brushing the hair to get all the dust out of it, which she added was "very important". When I questioned her about this she went all quiet, looked uncomfortable and changed the subject, only answering quietly, "I don't know" to any further questions.

A while later, at home, she told me that her name used to be "Daisy". (I am using the modern spelling of the name as I have no idea what the spelling might have been if she was still talking about 1787. There seem to be many variations - does anyone know?) . Not long after this she said her name was "Robinson" - that she used to be "Daisy Robinson". (She didn't know anyone with either of those names).

Another time when we were out for a walk she suddenly told me she had once had wheels on her feet and had fallen over. When she saw a boy on a skateboard she became excited and told me that that had been what she had been on when she fell over! I told her she had never been on a skateboard before, but she insisted that she had, and that it was when "mummy and daddy and Evie weren't there" - Evie is her sister. She then told me she got married. I thought this mention of skateboards was strange, as they had obviously not been invented in 1787! When we got home I asked her about sheep shearing and she told me she used to make "blankets". She said she had animals other than sheep too. I asked her if she had been a boy or a girl. She replied, "A girl". Then she looked confused and seemed to change her mind and said, "A boy". Then she tried to make things clearer by saying, "When I got MARRIED I was a boy".
It was then I started to realise that Lottie may be talking about more than one past life!
Over the next few weeks she told us she used to be boy who lived in Germany, spoke German, and got married in France. She recalls being on a skateboard and falling off, and also seeing areoplanes and an airport. She told me her name was "Franz" (she didn't know anyone with this name, although I will tell you that we were around German-speakers in Switzerland at the time). I asked her for a surname, and a few days later she came over and quietly said "Hanzug" (I am guessing at the spelling). She never confirmed "Hanzug" was a surname, or Franz's surname, only that it was important and she didn't know why.

I think the thing that got me most though was that one day, Lottie approached me in the kitchen and said, "All the air came out of here". I didn't know what she was talking about so I said, "Out of where?". Lottie pointed to the middle of her body and said, "Here. And I died. But I don't like talking about it". She looked sad and wondered away. That shook me up as I had no idea that Lottie knew anything about death, or that people die! She mentioned it once more after that, saying that she was 30 years old when she died, and that the cause of death was not eating anything.

Lottie also mentioned that Daisy Robinson's mother's name was "Kitty". This is quite an old fashioned name, and one I am sure she had never heard (other than maybe in relation to cats). This was one of the last things she said.

Is it usual that children be reluctant to talk about their past lives, and to dislike direct questions? She often answered 'Nothing' to questions we asked her, which is a very strange answer for her. She would give information freely on her own terms, and she took it very seriously, not like when she was pretending. Also, she would sometimes take a few days to get back to me on the answer to a question, something I found to be quiet amazing as she had obviously been mulling it over in her mind for days!

She said a few other things too. I was truely amazed by all this, and still am. We were very careful not to doubt her, and never made out she was lying. We just showed gentle interest, gentle encouragement, and respected her when she didn't want to talk about it. She hasn't mentioned it for a long time now, and actually doesn't even remember saying any of this! She is 4 now and when I tell her about what she used to say she listens with interest, but admits that she doesn't remember anything about it. She is a very happy, well adjusted child.

Thanks for your replies and interest. I am really enjoying your forum. I thought I would add something else Lottie told me, which I found very interesting.

When Lottie woke up from a nap she started talking about the date 1787 again. As she had willingly brought the subject up herself I decided to ask her a question, but a light-hearted one (she had been sad when speaking about her death previously), so I asked her if she knew any songs or music back then. She immediately said, "London Bridge is Falling Down". My first thought was that this song was from a later date, maybe the 1800's, so I thought that couldn't be true. However, when I researched into the history of this song I found that the earliest written version dates from around 1744! Lottie has always loved this nursery rhyme, and I now get the strong impression that it is because this song is familiar to her from a past life!

I have only recently become aware (thanks to your forum) of how children can be affected by a past life, and how old traits and habbits can show through. I wonder if anyone here thinks the following is significant?

Lottie said that when she died she died because she "didn't eat anything". Ever since she has started eating Lottie has had a big appetite and a love of food. As a newborn she would breastfeed hungrily for anything up to an hour at a time, and showed a very keen interest in solids before she was 4 months old. As a toddler she got easily distressed, verging on panic, if you told her that we had forgotten to bring a snack with us when we were out. "I'm hungry", or, "Can I have something to eat?" were almost every second sentence out of her mouth throughout the day. She always ate a huge amount, an example of one breakfast when she was two years old was toast, cereal, yoghurt, a banana and an apple. Everyone I knew said it was unusual for a young child to eat this amount at one sitting. I wonder now if it is due to a lack of food in a previous existence? (She is not overweight, by the way, she is very lean and healthy).

Also, when she spoke about being married in a past life, she sometimes, even now, bursts into tears and says "I've got no-one to marry!". I wonder if this is just a normal toddler phase, or if she is really actually sad and feels alone in this life. I try to reassure her and tell her she will meet someone in the future, and this seems to help a little. Does anyone have any advice?

Oh my goodness. I have just had a conversation with Lottie that just blew me away and I HAVE to share it on here right now.

As Lottie has told me several times that she has forgotten about her past lives, I had given up all hope of hearing anything more about the subject. However, I wasn't prepared for what just took place. I grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled down (with shakey hands) the converastion as it was happening.

I had been talking about Misty, my pet dog who lived with my mum and dad, and who has recently died. Here is the converation I had with Lottie:

Lot: Misty is dead. I wonder if she is going to come back as another dog?

Me: I don't know. Do you think she will?

Lot: Yes. Because I had past lives.

Me: So do you think that she is another dog now?

Lot: No, not yet.

Me: Why not yet?

Lot: When did she die?

Me: A few weeks ago.

Lot: She won't be a new doggy yet I don't think.

Me: Why not?

Lot: Because you spend a bit of time dead first, like a few weeks or a few months or something.

Me: Oh. How do you know?

Lot: I don't know. I just do.

Me: Oh. Did that happen to you?

Lot: Yes.

Me: Where were you after you died?

Lot: I didn't exist.

Me: But your memories must have survived for you to remember your past lives now?

Lot: Hmmm... I find it hard to describe.

Me: Can you try?

Lot: I went into thin air.

Me: How do you know you did that?

Lot: Because my memories that were lost somewhere remembered it. I just drifted up into thin air at night when nobody was out.

Me: And then what happened?

Lot: I went up into the sky, breaked yourself up into bits of dust.

Me: What happened to the dust?

Lot: It floated all over the place, and after one month I came back to Lottie.

Me: What did it feel like when you broke up into dust?

Lot: I don't know. I was lying still because I was dead.

Me: But you must have been aware of breaking up into dust?

Lot: What does 'aware' mean?

Me: That you noticed it.

Lot: Yes I did, but I didn't really feel it.

Me: Oh. Who were you before you were Lottie?

Lot: I've beed [been] so many people in the past that I can't remember them all, and I can't remember the person I was when I broke up into dust and then was Lottie.

Me: ...What did it feel like to die?

Lot: Nothing.

Me: Wasn't it scary? I think I would be afraid.

Lot: No, it wasn't scary.

Me: Did you see any other people when you were dead?

Lot: When I was dust other people made friends with me.

Me: What did the other people look like?

Lot: Dust aswell.

Me: And what did you do while you were dead?

Lot: I was getting ready to be Lottie.

Me: What did you have to do to be ready to be Lottie?

Lot: Change.

Me: What did you have to change?

Lot: My life.

Me: ... Lottie, do you feel like this is new information, or have you always known it?

Lot: No, I'm not scared. It does make me sad though because I like being on the Earth.

Me: Did you always go to the same place when you were dead?

Lot: Yes. I mean no. I'm not sure. I just liked being home.

Me: Where's home?

Lot: In Australia. [This is where we currently live]. I did have a home when I was dead, but I prefer being on the Earth. At home.

She then skipped off into the kitchen and asked if we could make some cakes now.

I was completely stunned. I was shaking slightly, and could actually feel adrenaline in my body. My arms and hands felt really weak too and I had butterflies in my tummy. I made cakes with her, but I can tell you, my mind wasn't on cake making!

I couldn't get over how serious she had been while talking to me. She is usually such a cheeky little thing, and if she is joking with you you can see it in her eyes, and the way she grins. But this time I looked straight into her eyes and there was not a trace of joking there at all. I kept waiting for her to break into a cheeky smile and let me know she was winding me up, but it never happened. She just looked right back at me and had such a serious look in her eyes that it made me feel uncomfortable. I am just stunned. It's late, and I should go to bed, but I had to share this right now. I don't think I am going to be able to sleep tonight anyway...

I'd be very interested to read those conversations Jennywren if you don't mind sharing. Were there any clues in those conversations that she was remembering a past life before she was even born? That would be interesting

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Hi ChrisR

I'd be happy to share! The first conversation was when she was 3 years old, and the second was when she was 4:

Lot: (Her head resting on my chest) What's that noise?

Me: What noise? Is it a sort of beating sound, like a drum?

Lot: Yes.

Me: That's my heart beating. Have you heard that sound before?

Lot: Yes!

Me: Where were you when you could hear that?

Lot: I was curled up in a ball. I could hear something.

Me: What could you hear?

Lot: Someone talking.

Me: Who was talking?

Lot: It was you! I heard your voice, and daddy's voice.

Me: Wow! Did you eat anything in there?

Lot: No. Just drank water.

Me: Oh. How did you do that?

Lot: By slurping it (purses lips and sucks in).

Me: Could you see things in there? Was it really bright in there?

Lot: No, it was dark.

Me: Did you have any toys to play with?

Lot: No. I was holding something . . . was I holding your bones?

Me: I don't know, were you?

Lot: It was long, sort of curly-straight. It was thin and round. It felt like a rubber ball, but it wasn't a ball.

Me: How did you feel when you were in my tummy?

Lot: Good.

Me: What did it feel like in there?

Lot: A bit like skin. A bit tickly. And scratchy. I was uncomfortable, and comfortable.

(She also said that she remembered sleeping in there. I asked her what else she did in there, and she said "Erm . . . nothing really"!)

Lottie 4 years old

Dad: How did you feel when you were in mummy's tummy?

Lot: Good.

Me: Were you comfortable?

Lot: Yes. The thing I remember about being in mummy's tummy was that it was nice and warm.

Me: Did you ever feel cold in there?

Lot: No.

Me: Did it ever get too hot?

Lot: No.

Me: Was it too hot sometimes?

Lot: No, it was warm all the time. Just hotty-cold (her word for a temperature that's just right).

Me: What else do you remember about it?

Lot: I remember that thing I was holding was orange.

Me: But how could you see what colours things were if it was dark?

Lot: Well, when it was a bright and sunny day outside it was a bit brighter in there, and when it was a cloudy day it was dark. It was very, very, very soft and comfortable in there for me. I loved it so much.

Me: Was it uncomfortable at all?

Lot: Sometimes it was. I didn't have enough space.

Me: What shape were you in there?

Lot (didn't understand)

Me: I mean, what shape was your body in? Were you all stretched out like this? (I extend my arms and legs).

Lot: No, I was in a ball.

Me: Show me.

Lot: (Brings her legs up to her chest and tucks her head down so her chin is on her chest)

Me: Did you ever stretch out?

Lot: I did try to, but I didn't really have enough space. I wanted to stretch out. I used to think about how lovely it would be to stretch out. (Pauses and looks thoughtful). I could stretch out this big (she extends her arms and legs a little but so her elbows and knees are still bent).

Me: Could you feel anything against your hands and feet when you did that?

Lot: They touched a thing. It was really wide and long and big.

Me: Was it soft or hard?

Lot: It was soft and squidgy.

Me: Were you bored in there?

Lot: Yes, I was bored. Very bored! I didn't really do anything. I think I did used to smile in your tummy. And frown. Maybe I was grumpy?

Me: What made you grumpy when you were in my tummy?

Lot: . . . Maybe I frowned?

Me: No, I mean what caused you to be grumpy?

Lot: The light coming in when I wanted to sleep. I liked it dark to sleep.

Me: Oh, I see. What colour was the light coming in?

Lot: It was sort of light and dark. It was whitey-orange.

So, that's what she has said on this subject. I was (and still am) amazed at her memory. I don't see any evidence for her remembering a past life in the womb from these conversations, although one thing in particular that she said about her time in the womb became very obvious after she was born. The midwifes were amazed at how long she was when she was born. She was 58.5 cm, longer than 99% of babies, and her plot on the growth chart was actually off the graph! All she did for the first few days of her life was stretch. Every few seconds she would put her arms above her head and do a big stretch. We never saw her in the foetal position (a position we had been lead to expect her to return to frequently after birth), and she absolutley refused to be swaddled, struggling and screaming her head off when any attempts were made to wrap her up and restrict her arms. The midwives were baffled, saying that babies usually loved being swaddled. I refused to let the midwives swaddle her after so many attempts - it was clear to me that she HATED it and I wouldn't put her through it.

I had never told Lottie about this, so when I heard Lottie say "I didn't have enough space", and "I wanted to stretch out. I used to think about how lovely it would be to stretch out", I was amazed and convinced that these memories were real. She was a very big baby in a very small space.

Even now she panics if she feels trapped, hates being strapped in anywhere like when travelling in a car, and screams if her arms are restricted.

I also found this part very telling:

"I was holding something . . . was I holding your bones?

Me: I don't know, were you?

Lot: It was long, sort of curly-straight. It was thin and round. It felt like a rubber ball, but it wasn't a ball".

To me, this sounds like a description of the umbilical cord. We know for sure she used to hold that because when I was in the hospital with a foetal heart monitor attached to me her heart rate dropped really low. The midwives said that this happens when the baby squeezes the umbilical cord and restricts the oxygen supply, causing the heart rate to drop as the baby nearly passes out!

Thanks for your continued interest! I do plan on replying to various points made in the last few posts when I have a bit more time on my hands, but I thought this was more important for now... I managed to bring up the subject again with Lottie. She was a little more reluctant about talking this time (I noticed this before when she was two - she was more reluctant to talk if it was me who brought the subject up and not her), but nonetheless, the following conversation took place. This is so exciting for me! This may be the last conversation like this in the foreseeable future because I promised her I wouldn't try and talk with her about it again, as she told me she does like talking about it (I don't know why).

Me: Lottie... I was just wondering about what happened to me when I died in a past life.

Lot: I don't know.

Me: I wonder if I drifted up into the sky too, like you did? What was that like?

Lot: Thin air. I've already told you this.

Me: Oh, sorry. Do you not like talking about this?

Lot: I've just told you all the information before.

Me: I know. I've got a bad memory. I just wondered if you could see your body when you looked down? Your dead body.

Lot: No.

Me: Oh. I suppose because you didn't have any eyes.

Lot: I did! They were really, really tiny. Like this (she held up her fingers with a gap of about a millimeter inbetween). Just pieces of dust.

Me: Oh, I see. Why couldn't you see your body?

Lot: It was under the ground. Soil on me.

Me: Oh, I see. Was it your funeral?

Lot: What's that?

Me: It's a time when all the people you knew and loved put you in the ground. Have you ever heard of being 'buried', Lottie?

Lot: No. Why would they put me in the ground?

Me: It's just somewhere to put people when they die.

Lot: Why didn't they put me in a museum?

Me: I don't know. Did you see any people?

Lot: There were other dead bodies.

Me: Were they under the ground as well?

Lot: Yes.

Me: Did you see any live people there?

Lot: No. There were animals walking on top of me.

Me: What do you mean?

Lot: I could see animals walking over my body. I think they were African animals? I can't remember what kind of animals they were. I was in Africa.

Me: Oh. Did people put you in the ground?

Lot: No, I just got into the ground when animals walked over me, like this (slowly plods her hands up her body from her thighs up to her chest).

Me: Oh. Did you start off on the surface of the ground?

Lot: Yes.

Me: And the animals trampled you under?

Lot: Yes.

Me: Were you alive when the animals started walking over you?

Lot: No.

Me: How long ago was this, Lottie?

Lot: I don't know. I can't remember.

Me: That's really interesting, Lottie. I didn't know this was in Africa. What colour was your skin?

Lot: No colour. Black. You're confusing me!

Me: I'm confused too. I just wondered when you were living in Africa what colour your skin was?

Lot: Black. I didn't know if you were talking about my body or the dust.

Me: Ok. Sorry for confusing you. When you turned into dust was that a particular colour then?

Lot: No. White. (sees my writing) What are you doing?

Me: I'm just writing down what you're saying to I don't forget.

Lot: (pointing) What bit does that say?

Me: About you being covered in soil.

Lot: It wasn't just soil. It was rocks. And rubbish. I don't mean litter, I mean clothes and things like that. Anything. Old things.

And then she ran off because she heard a theme tune of a favourite TV show in the next room and ran off to watch it. Her mind just blows me away...

I hope she will want to talk about it again at some point, but I won't push it now. Reading back through this conversation I realised I was a bit heavy handed in the questioning. I just got excited and carried away!